In front of a Geng-shaped cave in Qingma Peak, two figures, one purple and one white, stand to the left and right.
The man in white shouted toward the cave at the top of his lungs: "Li Changhe, get out of here!"
"Who?" A man's voice sounded in the cave. The next moment, a head poked out from the entrance of the cave. He glanced at the two people outside the cave and said in surprise: "Lian Yu, is it you?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the purple figure approaching him in a flash, a pair of big hands glowing with golden light, and he grabbed his neck.
"Pounce!" The protective spiritual shield that the man had thrown out in a hurry was broken by a scratch, and the whole person was grabbed by the neck and lifted out with a squeaking sound.
"Ice melting technique." Liu Qingyi hummed in his mouth, and a small ice magic technique instantly froze the man's dantian, and threw him aside in front of Lian Yu.
"Bang!" Lian Yu flew up and slapped the man in white on the face, slapped him to the ground, kicked him in the lower body, and roared: "I told you to be arrogant."
"Ah! Hiss~" The man in white let out a melodious howl of pain and said in a muffled voice: "Lian Yu, how dare you hit me?" Before he could finish his words, another purple figure approached and said coldly: "Hit me." It’s you!”
Raindrops of fists and ear scrapers poured down, and the face of the man in white quickly swelled into a pig's head. Amidst bursts of miserable howls, he raised his hand without hesitation and pinched the jade plaque hanging around his neck. A slap hit his face, and his whole body was wrapped in a layer of white light and disappeared.
"Let's go, next one!" Liu Qingyi said lightly, and turned into a purple light and cast it into the distance.
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Qingma Peak, on the waist of the peak, is in front of a Ji-shaped cave mansion.
Four human silhouettes rose and fell. Not far away, a man in white clothes was sitting cross-legged, covered with an earth-yellow spiritual shield. He held up a silver flying sword and kept flying and stabbing, harassing and restraining them from the side.
Among the four people who were running and fighting, it was a man in purple who faced three men in white. The figure of the man in purple was like lightning, moving left and right between the three of them, and shot several fire spells through the air. When struck out, it turned into a long red knife for a moment, and turned into a fiery spike for a while.
The three men in white jumped to avoid the situation, and each fired a flying sword to chase the man in purple, but they never caught a single strand.
Liu Qingyi's body retreated for a moment, and a long golden sword was condensed in his hand. He waved his hand and faced the storm, turning into a giant golden sword about ten feet high, crushing and killing three people with great force.
The flying swords raised by the three people refused to hit the golden sword at the same time. As soon as they were touched by the giant golden light and shadow, they were knocked several feet away. Not long after, several fire-colored spikes took advantage of the opportunity to attack, and the close body was blocked by the spiritual shields transformed from the defensive magic skills used by two of them.
The fire thorns just hit the spiritual shield in the first breath, and the golden knives came one after another in the next moment, and the golden elemental breath brought by them was unparalleled. The two defensive spiritual shields were broken with two "plop" sounds. The golden knife suddenly fell on the body, and the two of them instantly turned into two white lights and disappeared on the spot.
The remaining person did not use defensive magic to protect himself. He only used body magic to avoid the incoming fire-colored spikes, like a little monkey jumping in the air.
"Transformation Technique!"
"Wind Ultimate Technique!"
"Soul Evolution Thorn!" Liu Qingyi activated all three techniques at the same time. His figure was like a light magnet, and afterimages were floating in the air. He was already approaching the white shadow in front of him at extremely high speed.
The man had just dodged a silver flying sword that was thrust out of the air from the side. A soul-derived thorn with a metamorphosis technique suddenly penetrated into his body. He was stunned for a moment, and Liu Qingyi, who was chasing after him, slapped him on the back. , and then a cold breath rushed into his Dantian, making his body stiffen and he fell to the ground.
The sound of breaking wind sounded, and two figures, one purple and one white, almost jumped in front of the fallen man at the same time. There was a burst of blows from the left and right bows, and another burst of howls like killing pigs.
After a long while, the man's teeth were knocked out, and he spit out a pool of thick blood with a "wow" sound, which turned into a white light and disappeared.
Liu Qingyi and Lian Yu found two rocks and sat down. They each used a water diversion technique to wash away the blood on their hands. They rested for a moment while holding the Ling Yuan Stone in their hands, then stood up and walked towards the forest in the distance.
Less than half an hour later, in a sparsely forested area on Qingsun Peak, six white figures surrounded two men.
"Have these people ever beaten you?" Among the two people surrounded, the man in purple raised his hand and pointed at the people around him, asking sinisterly.
"Yes!" The man in white beside him nodded solemnly.
The six people around them each took off their swords and spirit treasures. One of them chuckled and said, "So what if I beat you?"
Another person said: "Lian Yu, you little kid, did you find a helper this time?"
Liu Qingyi looked around and said lightly: "Here he comes."
I saw a black light flashing out of the air next to the person who was speaking, and hitting his head without any warning. The white light instantly enveloped him, and the person turned into a piece of air.
The remaining five people were shocked and took a few steps back, looking around in panic. One of them, a sturdy man with a green beard, looked at Liu Qingyi with an annoyed look on his face and screamed: "You fucking used a hidden weapon?"
Liu Qingyi sneered and said: "Goubiyi, I didn't even move my hands. Which of your eyes saw the hidden weapon I issued?"
"Pretend to be a god and play tricks, you have the guts to compete openly and openly!" an older man in white shouted angrily.
Lian Yu pointed at the man who was speaking and reprimanded angrily: "Luo Cong, my senior brother didn't move even while he was standing and let you beat him. He's not considered upright. Why do you still want to be so shameless?"
The sturdy man with a green beard on his face was waiting to speak when he suddenly saw a black light and shadow falling towards his head in mid-air. He screamed: "Are you here again?" He stepped back, but was blocked by the black shadow. It fell diagonally on the left shoulder, instantly creating a rain of blood. A large muscle on the left shoulder disappeared, leaving a striking blood groove on the boss.
"Ouch!~" The burly man with a green beard cried out in pain and retreated sharply.
The black shadow disappeared in a flash and reappeared on the right side of the strong green-bearded man. He lifted up a slender object and slashed it down. A rain of blood spattered again, and an entire arm flew out.
"Ouch!" The burly man with a green beard let out a horrifying howl. Sweat broke out from his nose and forehead, his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground.
The remaining four figures all shrank their eyes, stared in confusion from left to right, and began to gather together back to back, each offering their spiritual treasures and flying swords in front of them to protect them.
Liu Qingyi raised his hand and a golden light appeared, looked at the four people, and softly chanted: "Transformation Technique!" "Luo Shengtian Magic Sword!"
A golden light shot out of the palm of his hand and turned into a giant golden sword, crushing the heads of four people.
The flying swords thrown by the four people were all blocked, but they were sent flying. When the flying swords were flying in all directions, the giant golden swords had already fallen on several people.
Several people cast several immortal spells and were crushed to death. As soon as the light of the two hastily launched spiritual shields dimmed, two white lights suddenly flashed, followed by two figures who disappeared.
The remaining two people were bleeding from their mouths and noses, and were hit in the head by a black shadow that jumped out from the side. They disappeared one after another in a flash of white light.
"Hmph, I'm giving you an advantage." Liu Qingyi jumped forward, and Lian Yu rushed toward the burly man with a green beard who was still wailing.
When the green-bearded man saw the two men approaching, he stopped howling and raised his left hand with difficulty to pinch the jade medal around his neck. However, he was unable to do so and was kicked to the ground by Liu Qingyi. .
Lian Yu raised his foot and kicked him in the lower body, cursing: "Huang Zhenyu, are you here too?!"
There was a sound of air-conditioning, and the man named Huang Zhenyu curled up and rolled his eyes.
"I'll spare you this bitch." Lian Yu raised his foot and paused for a moment, then finally raised the silver flying sword and stabbed it towards the top of his head. When the sword reached his head, the man immediately turned into a white light and disappeared.
In Qingma Peak, outside a Wu-shaped cave, a man in purple raised a green flying sword and hung it at the entrance of the cave. A looming black cat beast squatted on the side outside the cave.
A man in white clothes nearby looked into the cave and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Zhang Quan, Chen Yulai, Liu Lian, Wang Zong, what are you bastards hiding from? Come out! Isn't it because there are more people? Come out." ah!"
There was no sound in the cave for a long time. The man in purple gradually became impatient. He rushed forward and attached himself to the side of the cave entrance. He condensed several fire magic spells in his hands and continued to penetrate the cave. Large pieces of spiritual essence stones popped up and attached to the air. He pointed his green flying sword into the hole and shouted: "A single spark will start a prairie fire!"
The blue flying sword in the sky turned into dots of fireflies, sank down, and shot into the cave along with several fire magic spells.
After a while, a muffled thunderous explosion was heard from the cave, interspersed with several miserable screams.
"Ah!" "Ouch!" "Um..."
The two people outside the cave rushed into the cave, and there was a crackling sound, and there were "ouch, ah" sounds in the meantime, which did not stop for a long time.
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On the mountainside of Qingxun Peak, two men were flying and chasing behind three men in white.
A cyan flying sword and a silver flying sword kept slashing at the three people running in front. The man in white among the two chasing behind shouted angrily: "Why are you running? Didn't you stand up last time? Is it horizontal? Why is it not horizontal now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cyan flying sword had penetrated into several immortal arts performed by several people, broke through the protective spiritual shields of several people, and slashed left and right, blood rain splashed in the sky, and the stumps fell to the ground.
Silver flying swords came one after another, stabbing three people continuously. When the white light flashed, there was no one in the air.
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Under the Qingma Peak, on the huge stone platform, a white light array flashed continuously. Several figures, sitting or lying down, appeared in the light array, and several shrill wails were heard.
On the other side of the stone platform, dozens of figures were lying on the ground, their breaths were weak, and many of them had broken arms and legs.
A middle-aged man in white clothes was continuously shining white light, covering the seriously injured people on the ground. Several elders standing on one side already exclaimed in shock: "These are fifty-eight."
A middle-aged woman in white looked at Ni Yanchao, who was standing on the side of the stone platform with his hands tied, and said angrily: "What do you say now?"
"What do you mean?" Ni Yanchao looked confused.
"Robbing the Cave Mansion, just grab the Cave Mansion, why do you have to beat out all the people? What is An's intention?" The middle-aged woman in white said through gritted teeth.
"Why are you blaming me? Only two of my disciples entered. How can I beat them all out? Fifth sister is just joking." Ni Yanchao's expression became even more innocent.
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard several feeble voices coming from the figures lying on the ground: "It's them!" "It's Lian Yu!" "It's that bastard Lian Yu and his damn senior brother!"
Some people died, but not completely...
